Chapter 11
What was a frustrating two-hour trip on the hovercraft was a thirty-minute flight for the helos. Sly hoped to god they’d kept the downed plane safe until he arrived.
He breached the shoreline and roared across the four-lanes of Bassam Expressway without even slowing to look. Cars and trucks veered and dodged. He did his best not to run over anyone. The rubber skirt could take a great deal of damage before too much air leaked out to provide good lift, but he didn’t want to start whatever was coming with it already torn up.
He managed to cross over the big roadside ditch and make it to the airport tarmac.
Which plane was involved was obvious. It was parked in the middle of the runway and a hornet’s nest of helicopters swarmed about it shooting at lines of vehicles along the ru
